The fantasy is about power, it is really about controlA powerless loveless outsider, wanting to be in controlTo dominate and destroy beauty, put himself in the master's roleThe power ends when death sighs, the victor digs a shallow holeThe fear of failure ever-present, he is so afraid to loseThat he never attempts the game, until he's lost the power to chooseA slave to sadistic thoughts, the handcuff and the nooseThe loser's only love--control, now he plays the game to loseHe is craving orgasmic power that rape can never supplyIt can't be taken, must be given, it evades him when they dieAddiction to power consumes him, he continues to try and tryWatching the energy dissipate, as he stares death in the eye